At the drawing board…

Notes and more of them, swarming.  Not sure where my energy and focus is pulling me. Still with the old pictures… need to get out, take more.  Wherever I am.  Not much here in Vacaville, really.  So diving into the camera and seeing what I forgot about.  And there’s more than I thought, thankfully. Slow…

3:40 PM

Back from baseball. Exhausted from heat, and listening to people talk.  And talk.  Talk more.  Go back and forth about whatever in that expected and airy, lazy laugh and “Ha ha huh….. yeah yeah yeah”, the soccer mom/baseball dad language.  Nothing against it, just when it’s so trite, I glaze. Barely energy to type.  Relax,…

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Indecision.  11:38 Cleaning the Archive, that weird but intriguing closet or storage space, or para-room in the master bedroom.  Thought about moving this desk in there, but then put a knife through the Composition of my indecision. Typing in room, coffee and not espresso, my mood calm and SELF assembled. No negatives.  SELF.CARE… the day’s…

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After a trip to the coffee spot by the Green the other week, I turned left and left on a random street, then writer back in chair.  Cup smoldering on desk, taste still bitter but beautiful and seductive nudge.  Don’t want to be stuck in thought so I won’t let SELF stop typing, who gives…

morning-ing journaling

8:57 AM Windsor…. Been a while since I’ve written in this spot on a Saturday.  Emma and Henry up, Jack here later, much later.  Emma with a game, and the day is structured. Latte singing to me.  Didn’t work last night as desired, and I’m more than at peace with it.  Wanted all the time…